First, I confess I do have trouble with Scottish accents. But then, Ah am from the south, and heah we just add extra vowels just for the apparent hell of it.
But funny you should mention this, as I'm having trouble myself, in racial, cultural, and class divisions.
Now that the racial divisions in New Orleans are appallingly apparent around the world, I guess it's a fair assessment to say that I am surrounded by bigots. My husband was raised with racial remarks being a matter of course, so much so that I don't think he even knew it was offensive--er, until he met me. My kids are not racist--um, this is when an emotionally distant father isn't necessarily a bad thing. My mother-in-law is also racist, but it is so pervasive, one can almost say that she is innocently racist.
Now back to the problem of where I share YOUR problem.
My kids have friends of all races. And I can make my husband and his mother watch their mouths--but the bad vibe is unmistakable when my kids have certain friends over. It's especially rough on my daughter, who has a friend that is a boy and also black. (I asked him if preferred to be called an African American and he asked me if I minded being called white--I like this kid) But anyhoo, here is my lovely blonde hair blue eyed daughter, and she not only braves the disapproving stares of the neighbors, she is rightfully angry that her friend does not feel comfortable visiting her now.
I'm less than thrilled about this situation myself, and when I confronted the hubby and mum in law about this, I too was told I was being too sensitive, and further, they had as much right to believe that racial division is correct.
It's been agreed here though, that racial slurs are not allowed, but how do you control something that isn't said?
I was more than dismayed that her friend declined my invitation to supper, and it's disheartening to know that he probably won't return to our home.
So over-sensitive? sigh--how do you control a bad vibe, and attitudes in people that are generationally engrained?
So hugs to you kif.
I do understand. And I don't know what to do about this either--if there is anything I can.
(And a public thank you to PdV for her advice on this too--one of the best mothers I know, so kisses to shar, too! )
In the meantime, I just keep fighting the good fight. Because, um, no, I won't shaddup.